Contributor: Theresa A. Cancro

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Lithe sunset spreads over fields dry with curdled grass
sifted by winter winds, where new blades sprout
among straw, then pick up odd light. A clipped-edge sliver
left over from the middle of the day bruises sallowness
that merges with bright moisture twirling
underneath. Purple tones mill about, bounce
around livid corners still warm from young bodies
full of long kisses that breached the depths of the afternoon.

The earth sinks through the weight of the sectioned orb
brindled over lawns clustered with shy wild violets,
like the bosom of a widowed aunt once crushed in hug
against my flat chest as it budded under a summer blouse,
pansies embroidered, moping on the corner
of a sweat-dampened collar.


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Theresa A. Cancro (Wilmington, Delaware) writes poetry and fiction. Many of her poems have appeared in online and print publications and anthologies internationally. She also enjoys music, dance and gardening, as time permits.